She was prone to bouts of existentialism.
Periods brought about in company.
It would lead her to wander,
and wonder why
I never found it easy to trust.
fear of getting closer to,
just stepping near the thought of
would keep her feet from sitting still.
I'm still holding on. But the
timing is impeccable.
The distance does not make it simple.
Since going on to live separate lives,
the times have changed.
Our day in day out existence seems strange.
Nothing's the same and neither am I.
I want to ask if we're still locked in for
that dance in a year? Or
have you flocked off on that idea too.
I want to ask if I should give up on you?